Chapter 77: Time to consider the heir

　　 In the vast void, a bright red hemispherical building with Inca culture floating there alone, surrounded by light clouds and light wind, and the air is very thin.
　　 On the wide square, Mu Yang sat quietly on the stone slab, his eyes closed, his expression indifferent, there was no wave on his face.
Beside 　　, Bobo stood quietly, his calm eyes never blinking.
　　 "You have learned to converge the breath with Kailin, and then you have to learn how to breathe."
　　 "...Just sit still, first exercise mentally, and when you realize that'lightning is as fast as lightning, and the sky is as quiet", the speed and movement will become different, and the breath will be minimized."
　　 bang bang bang!
　　 With a soft trembling sound, Mu Yang closed his eyes, as if he could hear the beating of his heart.
　　According to Bobo's statement, he sank into Professor Bobo's artistic conception, and the feeling around him suddenly became completely different, as if he was flying. He seemed to be on the surface of a calm lake. The surface of the lake was pure and immaculate, like a mirror, reflecting the scenery and seeing everything.
　　 In the tranquility, he saw the reflection of the beautiful lake in the fairyland; in the clearness, the details reflect the scene of nature, all of which are so peaceful, peaceful and peaceful.
　　 He can clearly feel that his body is being reborn. He feels that his strength has improved a lot, but in fact there is no increase in energy. All this is his psychological effect, but the spirit is indeed undergoing transformation.
　　 "Yes, that's it, feel your third perspective... You continue to sit here, and I will talk about the spirit of martial arts in detail."
Bobo slowly said that the sense of breath is definitely not standing in front of the opponent and feeling the energy intensity of the opponent. It is the roughest and lowest level, because when the opponent's energy is high to a certain level, even at the level of ordinary warriors, Can roughly perceive the strength of the opponent.
　　 The real sense of breath is the ability to predict the actions of the other person even with the eyes closed, and even combine with nature to perceive all the surrounding scenery.
　　 The reaction ability of the naked eye is definitely inferior to that of the spirit, so using mental perception as the eye can show power more effectively.
　　 And the naked eye has many limitations. If the light is too strong or too dark, it will affect the martial artist's ability to judge, so surpassing the naked eye and using breath to perceive the opponent's movements is a further improvement. For most races in the universe, this set is very effective.
　　 Bobo took out a ribbon and asked Mu Yang to cover his eyes.
　　 "Next, try to find my position without seeing it at all."
　　 "Try to feel the breath I release first..."
　　 Bobo said each word, his fingers gestured in front of Mu Yang, and his fingertips released a breath of breaking points from time to time.
　　 a little, a little, a little...
　　 Bobo's control of Qi is almost perfect. When it is not released, it is as quiet as nothing, and when it is released, it is like a waterfall, with great momentum.
　　 There was a wave of waves on the calm lake in his heart. Mu Yang keenly felt that the reflection of the originally quiet lake under his feet seemed to have a small circle, a small circle of distortion. The wonderful natural scene suddenly became full of flaws.
　　 "You should feel it, you can judge based on sound, airflow, and vibration, and finally understand from it, and learn to perceive with Qi."
　　 Bobo's voice was as flat as ever, and it seemed that he had reached the point where he could not eat fireworks, but Mu Yang could still sense the kindness in it.
　　 Bobo points to each other, doing his best.
　　 Muyang listened carefully, and remembered every word of Bobo in his heart. Bobo's understanding of Qi and mood far exceeded those of the lower realm, and his words and deeds already contained the mystery of realm.
　　 In this way, time passed by, Mu Yang was carrying out his practice in the temple, and his perception ability was gradually increasing.
　　……
　　 The Lower Realm, in a small remote village.
　　The forest is deep and the mountains are densely covered.
　　 "Lü Lü Lü..." The driver drove the horse-drawn carriage on the winding mountain road, pattering, a stone popped from the mountain road, flew down to the bottom of the cliff on the side of the mountain road, and quickly disappeared without a trace.
　　 Under the cliff between this mountain and the mountain, a gray-white stone gate trembled slightly, and a large amount of rubble fell off the stone gate.
It was a stone gate carved with weird patterns. The surface was a bit cracked. It seemed to have stood in this valley for countless years. Suddenly, with a "bang", the stone gate shook again, between the two closed doors. A crack appeared, and the door slowly opened to both sides.
A green creature with pointed ears carefully emerged from the crack in the door, looking at the scorching sun hanging in the air, the green creature was irradiated by the sun and immediately yelled "chichi", as if frightened. Drilled back into the crack in the door.
　　 After a long time, some of the same creatures boldly walked out the gate cautiously.
　　 The small valley suddenly became lively.
　　 On the temple, when the door was opened, the old stood on the edge of the temple, his face suddenly changed.
　　 "God, what happened to the lower realm?"
　　 Bobo asked worriedly.
　　 The sighed and nodded: "A door of the demon world that communicates with the little demon world in the lower realm has been opened. Fortunately, there is no powerful demon clan near that door."
　　 The earth is a very magical place. It communicates with Huangquan, Demon Realm, and some other mysterious realms. In ancient times, people on Earth were deeply harassed by other races, and martial arts developed from this. Although these portals were closed one by one under the efforts of the predecessors of the people on Earth, they will continue to be used in the long years ~EbookFREE.me~ There are open channels.
　　 The little demon world is attached to the earth, it is the demon space attached to the earth.
　　 "Tenjin, do you want me to close the gate?"
The shook his head and said: "It's okay, it's all small demon races, they can't make a lot of wind and waves, how about that Muyang practice?" The demon race in the little devil world, the gods don't care about it, but care about it. Muyang's practice.
　　 "He has gradually realized the true meaning of Qi."
　　 "It is worthy of being the descendant of Noah's Celestial God, train it well, the lower realm needs a powerful warrior."
　　 "Well, I will train him well."
"By the way, Kailin sent me a message. There is also a very good martial artist there. It applied for a period of time to send that person to the temple." Popo talked about the following Kailin Tower. In fact, the cat fairy sent him an application not long ago to send Sun Wufan to the temple.
　　 "Oh, let it send people up. Recently, there have been many talents."
　　 Tianshen held the cane, and smiled on his old wrinkled face.
　　 In the past two hundred and fifty years, there was no one qualified to board the temple, but two people appeared at once. The temple has been quiet for hundreds of years, and the last time it was so lively was when he competed with another person for the position of the god.
　　 That fight, in the end Noah chose him as the heir of the god.
Thinking of the catastrophe that was caused by becoming a god, God God’s face showed guilt. If it weren’t for him, Bick would not have cholera in the lower realm, and the martial arts in the lower realm would not suffer a major decline. , These are all related to him.
　　 It's been more than two hundred years, maybe he should consider finding an heir.